Long chapter
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The Seven-Tailed Vixen moved with the fluid grace of a willow swaying in a spring breeze. Every step carried a natural rhythm, each movement flowing effortlessly into the next. It was not merely walking but something closer to a dance, a display of effortless, instinctive allure. Her scarlet silks fluttered softly around her body, light and loose enough that they barely concealed anything at all.
The thin fabric rose and fell with the gentle motion of her chest. Through the translucent silk, the faint rosy tips of her breasts were visible for fleeting moments whenever the cloth shifted in the wind.
The sight struck Marcus like a hammer to the chest.
'Good god…'
His heart thudded heavily against his ribs.
Marcus quickly shook himself, forcing his breathing to steady as he clung to the cover of the ancient tree. Losing focus now would be the fastest way to get himself killed.
